We go to space on wings of steeland fuel of fiery spiritBrave souls charge onward, outward.To the future, ever forward.

Caught in the wheels of changing timessome do not adjust.And caught in the wheels of changing timesold skills turn to rust.And still yet others invent new skillsTo flatten rocks and rills.And sometimes those behindthe forward push of timeare caught themselves in the wheels.

Brave souls they are, and mourned they arefor heroes always are.We need them to push onward, upward,outward to the stars.And we need them to remind usof why we wish to go.Why we wish to flee this ball of mud and blood and fear.

They would not have us stop stock still.The brave souls who caught, still push on,they would have us carry onward, forward, to the starsfor in their hearts they always hadwhat made them gloried heroes